- I ain't as young as I used to be, standing for 5-6 hours handling multiple specimens, answering phones and questions is something that I feel later on that evening.
- Phone skills- I used to be able let people go on, by I feel like most people calling, sound like the girl on SNL. "Hi, I'm a nurse on blah floor and my patient had to go to the bathroom and then the doctor came up and changed the order. We can't draw him, the moon is in the seventh phase, I have a headache...." And I'm like, WHAT DO YOU WANT! JUST TELL ME IN 20 WORDS OR LESS--Better yet in 10 seconds.
- No, really, I become hyper polite and perky on the phone, it's a game I have learned through the years. "When will my stat crossmatch be ready?" Me: Just as soon as I can get off the phone to finish it. I do try to be polite, but it's that imaginary conversation in my head that would get me in trouble if I ever let it out.
- Break time is 15 minutes, not 30 minutes and work starts at 6:30 AM. That means you pick up your little old phleb tray and get out and draw some blood.
- The phone, when it rings and I am pouring urine, that would be a signal for you to answer the phone. Three phones, three people working and why am I the only one answering the freaking phone?
- When I tell you to write on the requisition what you received, do it the first time. Don't act shocked when I tell you the next day that this is required.
This past weekend was the prom and my son's girlfriend got her whole outfit for under $9 at the Salvation army. Too bad we didn't look there for the tux. She wore black and my son wore a black tux with white vest/tie and a black shirt, they were sharp. Here is a picture of the wrist corsage, it was gorgeous. It's nice to feel that your kid will behave on that particular night and come home when expected.They had a great time and oh by the way, she slept over in an extra room and was the first to wish me a Happy Mother's Day.
My Mother's day gift was 1.5 hours of "hard labor" by my two youngest in the front garden. The non stop barrage of verbal excuses and complaints was received with great humor. From one son being traumatized by the poor little worms being displaced to the other trying to figure out what were plants and what were weeds, it was endless comments. I loved having the physical help, and